“Sir Guy’s Dilemma”, Ch. 8 (PG-13): Lady Saline’s Illness takes its course as Seth Improves, 12/09/12 Gratiana Lovelace (Post #320)
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Author’s Mature Content Note: “Sir Guy’s Dilemma” is a story of romance and intrigue set amidst Medieval times. As such there will be some passages in this story involving heartfelt love scenes (R rated) and some passages involving highly dramatic moments. I will label the maturity rating of those chapters accordingly. Otherwise, the general rating for this story is PG or PG-13 due to some mature situations and topics. If you are unable or unwilling to attend a movie with the ratings that I provide, then please do not read the chapters with those labels. This is my disclaimer.
Author’s Recap from the previous installment: Four year old Seth falls ill with measles, but is tended lovingly by Lady Saline while Lady Roseanna must watch from the sidelines so she doesn’t take the illness to baby Helen. When Lord Archer brings the healer woman Althea to him from Nottingham, it is discovered that Lady Saline has also taken ill and she is sent to bed. Then, there is the issue of that Nottingham treasure buried in Sir Guy’s stables by Lord Archer that Sir Guy has yet to inform Lady Roseanna about. Illness and Intrigues are the watchwords of the day.
“Sir Guy’s Dilemma”, Ch. 8(PG-13): Lady Saline’s Illness takes its course as Seth Improves
While Lord Archer stomps off dejectedly in search of Seth’s mastiff dog to walk to keep him busy and out of everyone’s hair at his brother’s suggestion–especially to keep his distance from Lady Saline’s parents, Lord and Lady Talkington–Sir Guy now walks slowly back to his bed chamber with Lady Roseanna with heavy heart about the news of Lady Saline’s illness.
Sir Guy: Knocking softly on their bed chamber door so as not to awaken baby Helen if Lady Roseanna has just gotten her to sleep after her feeding, he whispers. “It is I, my love. I am alone. May I come in?”
Lady Roseanna: Rocking her quiet but not sleeping baby Lady Helen in her arms, she looks up at the door and says. “Come in, Guy.” He opens the door and she smiles up at him. “Baby Helen is not quite asleep yet after her feeding. I think she was waiting for her Papa to sing her to sleep.”
Sir Guy: He smiles lovingly at them both as he crosses the room–unbuckling and removing his leather double vest as he goes so baby Helen won’t get scratched when he holds her. Then he kisses Lady Roseanna’s forehead and then Lady Helen’s cheek as he takes his baby daughter into his arms and chest now covered in only his soft blousy shirt. “I fear that I am forever lost to the enchantment of my ladies fair.” He gently rocks baby Helen as he sways in place standing over Lady Roseanna who ties up her gown bodice after having nursed baby Helen.
Lady Roseanna: She stands and gently places her hands on his arms holding their baby. “As we are mesmerized by you, my love.” Lady Roseanna lays her head on Sir Guy’s shoulder. “If only Seth were well, everything would be perfect now.” She laments. “What does the healer woman Althea say?”
Sir Guy: “She has made him a stinky poltice to wear on his chest all afternoon–to help his breathing. He was starting to drift off to sleep when I left him.”
Lady Roseanna: “If the poltice is stinky, I doubt that Seth wants to wear it.” She wrinkles up her nose.
Sir Guy: “She has enticed him with the promise of a treat. But I fear that none of Mistress Althea’s healing potions or treatments are palatable.” He grimaces. “But they do make people well.”
Lady Roseanna: “Except for her Martin.” She saddens. “The death of a child is a devastation that few parents could recover from. I have seen it happen far too often in the village and among our friends.” Her eyes cloud over with sadness. “Oh Guy, if anything happens to Seth or baby Helen, I would not know how to go on.” She starts to cry.
Sir Guy: Laying the now sleeping baby Helen in her cradle, he comforts his wife as they hold each other in a tender embracing, rocking back and forth as he tenderly strokes her back. “My Rose, Seth is young and strong. Archer said that Martin had already been ill when he became sick with the measles. Seth will come through this. I know it!” Sir Guy says this as much for himself to be convinced as for Lady Roseanna.
Lady Roseanna: “Is Althea with Seth now? May I go and see him–if only at his door–so he knows we love him?” She pleads thinking of the exchange she had with Seth earlier about him being worried that his Mama Lady Roseanna didn’t want him now that she has baby Helen.
Sir Guy: “Seth is asleep and being watched over. They will come get us if his situation changes. But the healer woman is not with Seth at present.” Sir Guy tenses up [(2) right]. He knows the news about Lady Saline that he must impart to her will be difficult.
But the intimacy of a loving husband and wife extends beyond their bed chamber and into their hearts and minds–knowing each other almost better than they know themselves.
Lady Roseanna: “What is it Guy? There is something you are not telling me. I can tell when something bothers you because your forehead wrinkles between and above your eyebrows, like it is doing now.” She stands in his embrace, her hands on his shoulder and with her face gazing into his eyes emploring him to speak what he will not say.
Sir Guy: “Hhhhh! My Love, I fear that Lady Saline has now taken ill and is being attended to by Mistress Althea. Hhhh!”
Lady Roseanna: “But that’s impossible! We were both sick with measles at the same time as children.” She tries to banish the notion of her dear friend being ill. “Perhaps she is just fatigued from her all night care of Seth?” She grasps at anything but the truth.
Sir Guy: He leans down and embraces his wife, putting his cheek to her cheek and whispering in her ear–as if such news said softly would seem less troubling. “Lady Saline is feverish and has red blotches–similar to what Seth’s looked like at the beginning of his illness.”
Lady Roseanna: “No!” She wails, thrashing about like a child within her husband’s embrace. “She is my only friend. Nothing can happen to her.”
Sir Guy: Ever tender with his young wife who has rarely known loss or hardship–except for her parents passing three years ago–he reasons. “My love, I am certain that the healer woman will be able to work her magic for us–for Seth and for Lady Saline. After all, did she not aid me in rising from the dead last year? Are not sword and knife wounds more injurious to living than fevers and rashes?” He makes a little impish face at her, trying to lighten her mood as he points to his middle where the sword wound was. “I’m just saying.”
Lady Roseanna: But it does not work. “But Guy, it’s just that Lord and Lady Talkington could not bear it if Saline succumbed. As an only child, Saline is their life.”
Sir Guy: “No parent would willingly greet the death of their child, let alone their only child. But they will not have to worry about that. She will be well again. I am certain of it. Lady Saline is a spitfire. I think that is why Archer likes her so.” He muses cajolingly.
Lady Roseanna: Her countenance becomes more somber. “I’m sorry Guy, but your brother Archer is not a topic that I wish to discuss at present.” She says grudgingly.
Sir Guy: “My love, I know he can be irresponsible at times …” He thinks about the Nottingham gold in addition to bringing the measles illness. “But he is trying to do better and he means well.”
Lady Roseanna: “But Guy, Archer needs to actually do well, or all of his best intentions will come to naught.” She says peevishly. Then she looks at him pointedly. “You of all people, my husband, should know the sorrow of misguided and unfruitful actions.”
Sir Guy: Her barbed comment hits home and Sir Guy has a wounded look on his face. “Rose!” He wonders why she must hurtfully bring up his past–especially now. “I am not proud of my past life. But I am trying to atone for that by making my life with you one of honor.” He says a bit defensively.
Lady Roseanna: She softens, realizing her error in chastising her husband when it is really his brother whom she wishes to thrash. “And you are, Guy. But you have made that choice in your life. Archer still has not made that choice.”
Sir Guy: Not wanting to give his wife any fodder for her reasoning, but he knows that he must still tell her about the other Archer problem–the gold. “Kkkhh!” He coughs–his usual nervous habit before he reveals something unpleasant.
Lady Roseanna: “You’re not becoming unwell are you?” She worries and puts her hand to his forehead.
Sir Guy: “No! Kkh! I’m just clearing my throat.” He stalls for time. But the inevitable will come out–especially to an impatient wife.
Lady Roseanna: “Well? What is it?” she asks him worriedly.
Sir Guy: “Archer found Nottingham’s gold and has 100,000 pounds of it buried in our stables.” He blurts out before she can stop him.
Lady Roseanna: Shock registers on Lady Roseanna’s face [(3) right]. But with a sleeping baby nearby at the other end of their bed chamber, Lady Roseanna can not be as loud as she would wish to be at this moment in her response to this news. She strides over to their bed, sits down, picks up a pillow and places it against her face, and screams into it. “AAAAAA!” Though muffled by the pillow, Sir Guy can still hear the frustration in her scream. She lowers the pillow and pouts at him. “Oh Guy! How can Archer risk entangling us with Prince John again like this?”
Sir Guy: Wanting to lighten the moment, he sits down next to her on the side of the bed and asks. “May I have a pillow?” She hands him a pillow. Then he places it over his face and screams into it. “AAAAAA!” He lowers the pillow. “Well, I feel better.” He smiles at her with an impish grin.
They look at each other as their faces break into grins and they collapse into giggles–albeit quite ones and whispers so as not to waken the baby.
Lady Roseanna: “Ha ha ha ha ha! Your brother is a menace!” She playfully swats at Sir Guy’s shoulder.
Sir Guy: Grabbing her hands and gently forcing her to lay back on their bed, he says. “Ah, but he is an entertaining menace, my love.”
Sir Guy nips at Lady Roseanna’s neck with teasing kisses as she unconvincingly tries to squirm free from underneath him. All she succeeds in doing is rubbing her thinly clothed body against her husband–and that usually only leads to one thing. Sir Guy’s kisses become more passionate.
Lady Roseanna: “What are you doing? I am the mother of your child, our children. And I am with child again.” She asks in mock consternation as a smile threatens to curl at the edge of her mouth.
Sir Guy: “Oh. You are not feeling unwell are you, my love?” He asks contritely–hoping that she will say no.
Lady Roseanna: “Well no, but …”
She doesn’t get farther than that before her husband’s mouth captures hers in a desirous kiss of lips with which they eagerly drink in their fill of each other–and that leaves no doubt in her mind that their discussions are over as she clings to him with her own passions being ignited. And with a new baby and how tired she often is, their lovemaking has been infrequent at best lately–to both of their disappointment.
Sir Guy: Panting to feel his wife in his arms again, Sir Guy beseeches her. “My Rose, I want you, my love.” He breaks apart from her long enough to pull his shirt over his head to reveal his tautly ripped muscles to her adoring gaze and to her tender touch.
Lady Roseanna: “And is your nakedness meant to entice me to forget myself, my husband?” She asks while aching to taste his skin at the hollow of the base of his neck.
Sir Guy: Unlacing his trousers and tugging them off–so that he is now completely naked with her on their bed–he says eagerly with a smirking smile. “Yes!” Then he begins to tug at her clothing to remove it.
Lady Roseanna: “Oh but what about Lady Saline and Seth?” She worries.
Sir Guy: “Rose, the healer woman will take good care of them. If illness and injury teach us anything, it is to not squander the happiness within our grasp.” He says tugging down the shoulders of her thin linen shift to reveal her creamy skin underneath. Then he covers her loveliness with his feather light kisses.
Lady Roseanna: “Hhhhmm!” She acquiesces eagerly.
And after assisting his wife in removing the rest of her loose fitting garments until she is unabashedly naked with him, they spend a lovely hour expressing their happiness to and with each other. Well, maybe not quite a full hour–time keeping not being exact in Medieval times. But at least they have a good measure of loving time together–based on how far down the candle clock [(4) right] burns. Sir Guy might be middle aged at thirty seven years to Lady Roseanna’s youthful twenty one years, but he is a passionate man full of health and vigor that are quite enough to delight his young wife.
After napping briefly and then waking in each others’ loving arms, they decide to divide and conquer. Sir Guy will go in search of Lord Archer and Seth’s dog Prince, and Lady Roseanna will ask the Talkington’s how Lady Saline is feeling, then check on Seth. Nurse Agatha is called for to watch over the sleeping baby Helen.
Lady Saline is sleeping restfully in her bed chamber– if not comfortably due to a stinky poltice now plastered to her chest by the healer woman Althea. But Lady Saline was too tired from her all night vigil with Seth not to succumb to slumber. As Althea ushers her mother Lady Talkington into the corridor of the guest bed chamber wing to discuss her daughter’s condition with her, Lady Roseanna arrives.
Lady Talkington: “Oh Lady Roseanna, how is baby Helen? Could you not get her to sleep?” She asks, wondering about Lady Roseanna’s absence from them in the middle of the afternoon.
Lady Roseanna: Her face blushing from her romantic tryst with her husband, she simply agrees with her. “Uh, no.” Then changing the subject, she asks interestedly. “And how is Lady Saline? Sir Guy informs me that she is also ill?”
Althea: Without being asked, the healer woman responds. “She has a bit of a fever, but she doesn’t have the measles. She is over tired and has made herself sick.” She says a bit perturbed at the poor constitutions of aristocrats.
Lady Talkington: I’m so glad! We thought that she had the measles as a child.” She says relievedly.
Lady Roseanna: “But what about the poltice? If her breathing is not labored, it would not do her any good.” She wonders quizzically.
Althea: “Well, I wouldn’t say that.” She suggests wryly.
Lady Roseanna: “What do you mean?”
Althea: “The cool of the poltice ingredients will help Lady Saline be more comfortable until her fever breaks. And well, it is just that while the Lady Saline stinks of the sick bed, she is safe from a certain scalawag’s presence.” She raises her eyebrow rather imperiously for her station and looks at both Ladies.
Lady Talkington: Blanching that a servant has noticed the unseemly attentions of Lord Archer to Lady Saline–even in the short time the healer woman has been here–Lady Talkington purses her lips. “Quite!”
Lady Roseanna: “And what about my son, Seth?”
Althea: “He breathes heavily–he still has ill humors in his chest that he must cough out to be well.” His lungs are congested. “The odor of the poltice will help drive them out. But I will also ask for a steaming bucket of water to be brought to his bed chamber now so that he may breathe in the herbs I have with the steam and hasten his coughing.”
Lady Roseanna: “Now you won’t burn him with the scalding water, will you?” She is wary of some so called medicinal treatments.”
Althea: “No my lady. We will have him sit in a chair and lean over the bucket with a towel over his head to catch the rising steam and herbs.”
Lady Roseanna: “Oh. That sounds alright.”
Then sensing Lady Talkington wants to talk to her, Lady Roseanna asks for privacy.
Lady Roseanna: “Althea, will you please ask a servant for the steaming water for Seth? I will be there directly after looking in on Lady Saline.” She nods encouragingly.
Althea: “Yes, my lady.” She tilts her head and leaves.
Lady Roseanna and Lady Talkington open Lady Saline’s bed chamber door and look in on her sleeping form from the corridor. They can see that her face is still quite red and she has pushed some of her blankets off of her body due to her fever. But, she is sleeping deeply, so they will let her rest.
Lady Roseanna: “Eliza, I am so glad that Saline will be well.” She whispers. “I was so worried when Guy told me that she was feverish and had red blotches.”
Lady Talkington: “Do not fret, dear Rose. It is not your fault that Saline is ill. She has been ill off and on of late. I attributed it to her longing for Lord George and settling their marriage. But she seems more perturbed than eager. However I am only her mother and she confides in me less and less these days. Has she said anything to you?”
Lady Roseanna: Not wanting to betray her friend’s confidence, she dissembles. “I agree with your assessment. I would be perturbed with my brother, George, too if I were his betrothed. I am only his sister and he hasn’t seen fit to even send me a letter to say that he still lives.
Lady Talkington: Instantly worried. “Rose, you do not truly fear the worst, do you? That Lord George has perished in the service of the king?”
Lady Roseanna: “No, not at all. Prince John receives reports from King Richard. And though Johnny and I are estranged, I feel certain that he would let me know if he heard any significant news. No, George and cousin King Richard are just relishing their quest to reclaim the holy land.” She shakes her head ruefully about men and their manufactured wars.
Lady Talkington: “I do hope you are right. Saline’s father and I have so looked forward to our two families joining together for so many years now. So much so that were it not to come to pass, it would be a disappointment from which we would not recover.” Lady Talkington looks worriedly at Lady Roseanna. Apart from wanting their daughter to marry well–and to a family they are familiar with–Lord George’s estates are vast and will help shore up their precarious financial position. Tribute monies to Prince John are bleeding them dry of what little reserves they have until the harvest comes in the fall.
Down the hallway from where the ladies are speaking, Sir Guy and Lord Archer are just turning toward them after leaving the head of the stairs with their charges–two small children belonging to the healer woman Althea are being carried like sacks of flour over Lord Archer’s shoulders, while Sir Guy tries to hold on to Seth’s mastiff puppy Prince. The children are giggling and this causes the ladies to turn to look at them.
Lady Roseanna: Narrowing her eyes at the dog her husband is failing to control, she whispers to him as he walks up to her. “I thought we agreed that the dog stayed outside until it is trained not to make messes in the manor.”
Sir Guy: First comes protocol. “My Ladies.” He bows. “As to the dog? I thought that he might cheer Seth up.”
Lord Archer: “ Ladies.” He bows, while setting the children down on the floor. “It was my idea, Lady Rose.”
Lady Roseanna: “Of course it was.” She rolls her eyes and shakes her head.
Lady Talkington: Stiffly, she greets Lord Archer. “Whose children are these? Yours?” She glares.
Lord Archer: But he remains unruffled and affable. “No, My Lady. They are the children of the healer woman tending to Seth and Lady Saline. This is Sally and this is Tommy.” The children wave at her and giggle from behind Lord Archer.
Althea: Walking out of Seth’s bed chamber, she spies her children. “What is this? Why are my children not in bed resting?”
Sir Guy: “The fault is ours. They saw us with the dog and wanted to play.”
Althea: “And so they have. So back to bed with you, children.” She shoos them down the hallway toward the servants’ staircase.
Sally and Tommy: “Mama.” They whine in unison. “We want to see, Seth.”
Althea: “Maybe tomorrow. Right now, I am going to give him my steam breathing treatment.”
Sally: “To make him cough?” She pays attention to her Mama’s ministrations.
Althea: “Yes.” Then looking over her shoulder, she says. “Now don’t take that dog into Seth. He will only carry Seth’s disease to others.”
Lady Roseanna: Gently poking her husband in her side, she needles him. “See? I was right. Take the dog back to Tanner. Seth will have to wait to see him.”
Sir Guy: “Alright, my love.” He sighs and kisses her forehead. Then he bows to Lady Talkington and begins to head back to the central staircase. But Archer doesn’t follow him. So Sir Guy turns back toward his brother. “Archer? Aren’t you coming?”
Lord Archer: “In a minute, Guy.” Sir Guy rolls his eyes and continues down the stairs with the dog. Lord Archer looks back and forth between his sister-in-law Lady Roseanna and Lady Saline’s mother, Lady Talkington. “How is she?”
Lady Talkington: “My daughter’s condition is really none of your concern, Lord Archer.”
Lord Archer: “My Lady, I only query to assure myself of her welfare. I will leave you in peace if you grant me this small favor of consolation.”
Lady Talkington: “Her illness will pass. It always does.” She adds somewhat cryptically.
Lord Archer wonders about the true state of Lady Saline’s health if she is prone to sickness.
Lady Roseanna: Trying to get him to follow after Guy, she softens toward him and says. “Lady Saline does not have the measles, Archer. It is merely a fever brought on by her overtaxing herself while tending to Seth. I will look in on her since I am not allowed to tend to Seth.”
Lord Archer: “Thank you, My Lady Rose.” He smiles his grateful thanks to her.
Lady Roseanna: “Now Archer, you better go help Guy with that dog–not to mention your other business.” She tilts her head to let him know that Guy made her aware of the Nottingham treasure buried in their stables.
Lord Archer: “I will. If you will excuse me Ladies.” He says and bows with inscrutable politeness.
Lady Roseanna: “Now, I will go sit with Saline a bit, if you will grant me. Why don’t you go lie down in your room and rest?”
Lady Talkington: “Thank you, Rose dear. I think I will.” She says wearily.
The ladies walk in opposite directions to different bed chambers.
Lady Roseanna knocks then walks into Lady Saline’s bed chamber. She finds Lady Saline starting to wake up, but still very warm. So Lady Roseanna places a cool compress on her forehead.
Lady Saline: Without opening her eyes, she greets her friend. “Thank you, Rose. That feels cool.”
Lady Roseanna: “You faker. How long have you been awake?”
Lady Saline: “Long enough to know that my mother was in here quite some time fussing over me.” She slowly opens her eyes and turns her head toward her friend with a small smile.
Lady Roseanna: “How do you feel?”
Lady Saline: “Tired. I just don’t seem to have the energy I used to have any more.”
Lady Roseanna: “You’re still feverish. Your mother said that you are ill like this often. You did not tell me.”
Lady Saline: “Oh Rose, my Mother over states things. I feel unwell at times and then I get better–like anyone else. That is all.” She fibs. For even Lady Saline cannot understand why she seems so prone to illness. She is young–just eighteen years. She has her life ahead of her. She just hopes that it will not be filled with illness.
Lady Roseanna: “Your Mother thought that maybe you were pining away for George. She asked me if you had shared your confidences with me.” Saline gives her a look. “I told her nothing. It is for you to have that discussion with your Mother.”
Lady Saline: “Thank you, Rose. I will, in due time.” Lady Saline looks down at her pale hands laying on top of the coverlet. “I fear my feeble person was not enticing enough to keep George here with me–nor will it serve to interest anyone else.” She says forlornly thinking of the feisty Lord Archer who has captured her attention.
Lady Roseanna: “You are wrong, Saline. Archer has been most attentive–asking about you, being solicitous to your mother, even wanting to stay by your bed chamber but for us telling him to leave.”
Lady Saline: “He was? That’s nice. But it will all come to naught. Mama and Papa want me to only marry Lord George–they speak of nothing else. If that doesn’t make me ill, I don’t know what will.” Lady Roseanna blanches at the mention of her brother in such a disparaging way. “I’m sorry to offend you, Rose. But George has given me no indication that he wishes to marry me for love, rather than our union being a suitable arrangement by our parents years ago. I feel trapped. Why cannot I marry for love as you have done?” She has become quite agitated.
Lady Roseanna: “Saline, you must calm yourself or you will never get well. I will ask the servants to bring you up some broth.”
Lady Saline: “May I have a bath, Rose? I have been perspiring so that I need to feel refreshed.” She pleads.
Lady Roseanna: “Of course. I will ask the servants to draw you a bath as well.”
Lady Saline: “Thank you, Rose.” She sighs sinking back into her pillows.
Stopping by Seth’s bed chamber door, Lady Roseanna looks in and sees Althea preparing to give Seth his steam breathing treatment.
Seth: Looking up and seeing his Mama, he waves and smiles at her. “Hi Mama!”
Lady Roseanna: “Hi Seth. Are you feeling better?”
Seth: “I think so. Martin’s Mama is helping me.”
Lady Roseanna: Lady Roseanna winces at the mention of the dead boy’s name. “Yes, my son, you get well. Thank you Althea. I’m heading to the chapel.” Althea nods and returns to tending to Seth as Lady Roseanna leaves.
The Chapel at Middleton Manor is a small one–an altar with a few benches for seating [(5) right]. The room therefore takes on an intimate feel. Lord Archer looks in. He does not usually join the family with their daily prayers. But today, with both his nephew Seth and now Lady Saline ill, he feels that he must talk to god.
Lord Archer: Kneeling down in the front bench row, Lord Archer begins to pray. “God, I don’t know if you exist. Sorry, but I haven’t seen much evidence of you. But if you will make my nephew Seth and the Lady Saline well, I will honor you all the days of my life.”
Lord Archer gets no response from god–though Lord Talkington standing at the back is sorely tempted to give him one. Then Lady Roseanna arrives at the chapel to say a prayer as well. Lord Talkington puts his finger to his lips and shushes her.
Lord Talkington: Whispering, he says. “Lord Archer seems to have hidden depths if he would seek to pray for my daughter.
Lady Roseanna: “Indeed.” She looks at the back of Lord Archer with astonishment as he continues to have his head bowed in prayer.
To be continued with Chapter 9
Ch. 8 References
(1) “Guy’s Dilemma” logo is a composite of three images:
a) Sir Guy (portrayed by Richard Armitage) in the BBC’s Robin Hood, Series 3, episode 13 (pix 64).and is found at http://www.richardarmitagenet.com/images/gallery/RobinHood/album/seasonthree/Episodethirteen/slides/13_064.html;
b) Image of Lord Archer (portrayed by Clive Standen) http://www.richardarmitagenet.com/images/gallery/RobinHood/album/seasonthree/episodetwelve/slides/12_093.html;
c) a sword hilt from MS Office Clip Art was found at http://office.microsoft.com/en-us/images/results.aspx?qu=sword&ex=1#ai:MP900432917|
(2) Sir Guy was portrayed by Richard Armitage in Robin Hood, series 3, episode 7, pix 148 and was found at http://www.richardarmitagenet.com/images/gallery/RobinHood/album/seasonthree/episodeseven/slides/7_148.jpg
(3) Image representing Lady Roseanna Oxbridge Middleton Gisborne is that of British actress Emma Watson and was found at
(5) Image representing the Middleton Manor Chapel in Leicester is a photo manipulation of the image from Robin Hood Series 3, episode 6 (pix 138) was found at http://www.richardarmitagenet.com/images/gallery/RobinHood/album/seasonthree/Episodesix/slides/ep6_0138.html